Sun up high already
Lunchtime for birds
Nearby road busy
From inside not a word
Sitting at the table
Having breakfast outside
Reading my paper
And garden and rhyme
Meadows beyond
Wildflowers and bales
Old farmhouses stucco
This ancient landscape
Industrious producers
Of strawberries and cream
Walks on roads smell like jam
The day ahead beams
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